I went to Drug Emporium to pick up some fabric detergent earlier after dinner. As I was wandering the aisles perusing random objects, I noticed a boy who always seemed just out of my direct line of vision, but who was always around. No matter where I walked, he was within 10 feet or just around the corner of the aisle. I deliberately walked to the makeup aisle and looked at foundation. He followed me there, too, and there is no 12 year old boy who needs anything in the makeup aisle. This is not the 80s. He walked by me down the aisle, then turned and watched me from the end of the aisle, partially hidden behind some bath products hanging at the end of the shelf. I walked thru 2 more aisles. Same thing. What the hell. I walked up to my friend and muttered, “The kid’s following me.”
“I know,” he said, “He’s been doing that awhile.” I got uncomfortable and left the store.
“Do boys even have hormones at that age?” I wondered aloud.
“Oh, yeah,” my friend informed me.
“Why’s he looking at someone my age? It’s not like he’s gonna come up and hit on me. When I was his age, I would’ve thought someone my age is totally old.”
“Boys are different,” I was told. “He’s gonna go to his friends later and say, ‘Hey, I saw this hot Asian chick at Drug Emporium, she had really long hair and she was wearing this tight tanktop and you can see her blue bra straps that matched her jeans…’ He’ll be thinking about you when he’s alone later tonight, too.”
Ew. Now I was uncomfortable in more ways than one.